"He's losing blood, lots of it!" "Find an eligible donor, NOW!"

The words ring in my ears as I lay there, staring at the boring, pot lights in the hospital ceiling and taking in the sterile smell of rubbing alcohol. I'm not even sure what happened to me.

The last thing I remember is being in a car on my way home from the studio, then rushed to hospital. Did I crash?

I shift in the bed, wincing as a sharp pain courses through my stomach. It's then that I finally lift the cotton sheets covering my body, my gaze catching sight of the bloody gauze on my abdomen and IV cannula in my arm. Ouch

"Styles, you're awake" A nurse's voice snaps my head up, she looks hesitant. "You're probably wondering what happened..."

I nod slowly, do I even want to know? "You were involved in a crash, you smashed right into a light post and were impaled with a metal rod about... yay big" She tucks the clipboard under her arm as she makes an estimated guess with her hands. "You lost a lot of blood, we had to get you a transfusion. You're lucky there was a kind lady who has the same blood type and was willing to help you. B positive isn't a very common blood type, Mr. Styles"

My eyebrows shoot to my hairline and I clear my throat to regain composure, propping myself up further on the bed, my sore body protesting at the movement. "Do I... can I meet her?"

She smiles softly and nods. "She's just outside. She waited around to see you, make sure you made it" She then turns to leave the suite and I catch a glimpse of you talking to her as she sends you in—my angel, despite never having met you.